Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

It just so happened that there was Enke this year, let him take this opportunity to gain fame and prepare for his future entry into the officialdom.

When it comes to exams, Yu Qian is full of confidence: "Naturally."

Lu Lin smiled: "You are quite conceited."

"I call it self-confidence."

"Okay, since you are sure, then take the exam well, get a merit and come back, and let your eldest brother and I go out to show off."

Yu Qian knows him well, but what about showing off or not? He has so many things to show off, and he is still short of this fame.

It's just saying it to encourage yourself so that you can fight for it.

Naturally, Yu Qian will not let him down, not only to obtain fame, but also to be a good official, worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joys later.

"It's getting late, go to bed early, I'm going to go out with the army tomorrow morning, when I'm not around, take good care of your house, and go see Mi Mi when you have time."

"Although she has been here for more than half a year, there are not many people who can talk."

"Don't worry, brother, I will take good care of Miss Mi Mi." Yu Qian said seriously.

At the same time, there was a trace of sadness and unhappiness in his eyes.

Lu Lin knew what he was thinking. In fact, he didn't like fighting in his bones, and he was even more indignant at the emperor's repeated conquests.

Later, after Enke became the first, he almost ruined his political career because of the sentence that a warlike man must die.

Fortunately, the person he met was Emperor Yongle. Although he didn't want to listen, he also knew that he was a talent. This was the reason why Yu Qian's political glory later.

But no one's luck can last forever. He went through the six dynasties of the Ming Dynasty (Zhu Qizhen counted as two dynasties), met four generations of Ming emperors, and finally fell into Zhu Qizhen's hands.

Lu Lin shook his head, he seemed to be a little sentimental tonight, and couldn't help but think that their ending was not so good.

If possible, he really wants to change history.

Let these people who should be treated well be treated well.

But how can this history be changed?

Was Zhu Qizhen strangled to death when he was born?

It is better not to let Sun Ruowei marry the grandson, so that there will be no later "Daming God of War" Zhu Qizhen.

Think about it first, let's talk about it later, it is not certain whether I can live to that time.

The 50 troops this time all set out from Nanjing.

The momentum is so huge that it has never been seen before.

Almost everyone in Nanjing was empty, and they all went outside the city gate to see them off.

With the victory in the previous battle, both the Ming army and the people are very confident this time, and feel that this battle must be easy to win.

This time they marched from Tatar, entered Tatar first, swept all the way from Tatar, and beat back the Tatar territories occupied by Wacha one by one.

It only took four months from dispatching the army to clearing Wacha's power in Tatar.

It was even smoother than the last time the Tatars sent troops.

Wherever they went, the Oirats were defeated like a mountain, not even as good as the original Tatars.

Soon, the Ming army had reached the border of Wacha.

Zhu Di did not get carried away by the previous victory and marched rashly, but ordered Han Wang Zhao Wang to lead the vanguard to test the reality of the Wacha border.

As a result, within half a day, King Han and King Zhao returned happily.

"Father, I just said that Wacha is an empty shell, and the border line is like tofu, it will fall apart as soon as it is rushed."

"When the Wacha people saw our military flag, they didn't even fight. They just abandoned the city and fled. We chased them all the way and killed them all."

The king of Han was obviously very proud.

Not only because of Wacha's incompetence, but also because his previous judgment was correct.

Just say that Lu Lin is worrying about the sky, and he is a mere tile thorn, and he said that he is amazing, what is the result?

Wasn't he chased away by them?

Yes, they have more backbone than the Tatars, at least they still pretend to fight a few times head-on, but once they find that the momentum is wrong, they immediately turn around and run away.

It seems that running is a unique tactic of their Mongolians.

In the past, there were Tatars who ran away before fighting, but after two hits, they found that they couldn't beat them, so they turned around and ran away.

"Where have you been chasing?" Zhu Di asked.

"We have penetrated into several villages in their territory, and there are cavalry stationed there, but there are not many, and they are cowardly. They run away when they see us, and hardly encounter any decent resistance."

"I asked the third child to stay there, and wait for Dad to pass by, so as not to prevent those Wacha people from running back when they see us back."

Going deep into the territory, there is no decent resistance?

Zhu Di began to feel that something was wrong.

Where did the hundreds of thousands of cavalry in Wacha go?

Could it be that he also followed Benya Shili and Alutai and fled and avoided in the territory of Wala?

But if they made up their minds to run, why did they leave cavalry stationed everywhere, they could all withdraw and hide.

Not right, not right.

Zhu Di's intuition told him that this matter is definitely not that simple.

"What do you think?" He looked at Lu Lin.

Lu Lindao: "I think they have integrated their soldiers into one place, and now they are waiting for us somewhere, and they want to fight us to the death."

Moreover, this place was carefully selected by Mahamu, the place where the Ming army was buried.

Chapter 261 Mahamu's plan

Although Lu Lin repeatedly reminded that Wacha was not cowarding or running away, they were just guiding the Ming army and leading them to their preset battlefield.

Mahamu led his troops there and waited for them.

Zhu Di also felt that something was wrong. Mahamu's way of refusal and welcome is itself very strange.